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5 yrs ago
Current Its a fun feeling to just sit and think about what to do for responses. The flipside is feeling locked in place, waiting for another to go first on something.
5 yrs ago
You ever take a look at the forum board, not see anything of ready interest, and decide to just go about your day? Figured I'd see if a new game was interesting, nope, ah well.
5 yrs ago
Gonna be in New York this weekend, so if anyone needs me, please contact me via Discord.
5 yrs ago
Writer's block is a pain, but if I happen to owe anyone apost, I'll be working on them tonight, hopefully. Might go surfing, see if any games catch my attention.
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5 yrs ago
The feeling of needing to write content but it being hot as heck despite it being two am is not conductive to writing anything, blargh


I already did an earlier introduction, but this is something one could always see, so let's roll.

Serene is the pen name that I use over on my old G+ account, which if you're able to find the account before the site shuts down, is Serene Selphia, but no fancy url, lol. But to those I'm close enough to, my nickname is Chris, and if I ask you to not use it, its nothing personal, I'm just not ready for that level of friendliness. That isn't to say I'm not a friendly person, just that I can be a bit professional when it comes to stuff. I've been rping since like...2011 I think? If I could find the Minecraft rp forums I started on(yes those were a thing, it was actually full of good rpers, but all good things come to an end of course), I'd have a precise date.

I roleplay a lot of things, well, that was the old system. About four years back, I settled down in a roleplay community on G+ called Temple of Glory, and began to stick to just one character who I kept working on, using other characters as I felt the need. That was my current primary character's father, a character I'll call the Professor for now, as I intend to post a version of his character sheet later. Probably when doing so wouldn't spoil what became of him in a storyline. Anyway, after a point I burned out as him, and switched focus to his daughter, who I use primarily in the old roleplay hub I come from. The Good Doctor, and here, no spoilers, mostly because ahaha, I'm shy about that.

I love a lot of series, but my heart goes out mainly to Rune Factory, Sonic, Mega Man, Metroid, Mario, Pokemon, and Duel Monsters. Especially Rune Factory and Sonic, though lately I've fostered a love for the Nasuverse, Fate Grand Order is a fun time. I love to read a variety of things, and I'm always online unless sleeping, so feel free to drop me a line if you need it. While I'm relatively new to the site here, I'm an rp veteran, and a skilled writer, as you'll see whenever I post the Doctor's current profile.

Ah right, more on me. I'm a college senior presently, I just had my capstone for my history degree wrapped up, and I'm proud of my progress. While I am a loner by nature(I mean my writing often keeps me trapped in my room to meet paper deadlines), I'm still a sociable person, and if you can't reach me here, my Discord is Serene Selphia#1064. So I suppose that's a bit of a spoiler, but to who, I won't say. Just be forewarned, if you ask me about a character of mine, there's a risk I'll write a lot, so make sure you're totally fine with that.

In terms of roleplay, while I do mainly fantasy/science-fiction, I can roll with just about anything(as far as I know), but if I tell you its not working for me, don't take it personally. I'm a fairly detailed writer, and in terms of style, I'm good with both combat and non-combat related narratives, I mean, my current main was built for combat initially, whereas her father is more the sociable type. The most detailed things tend to when I describe the world around, or when writing profiles for characters I adore. Basically, if I'm in tune or really love something, you could get a lot. I once wrote about twenty pages on a google doc in two hours because I loved it so much. Weird flex sure, but you can understand it. I don't look for much in rp partners, so long as you can write me enough that I understand either what you're doing, or what's going on, I'm usually good. I'll generally drop a line if I need more information.

I love learning, so if you ask me about something, and I don't have an answer, I'll gladly take the time to do at least a basic amount of research. And if you're ever stumped for ideas, drop me a line, I'm always glad to help fellow veterans or the newer folk. Heck, at one point for a friend's group I wrote an entire(albeit unused) document full of random plot ideas for the group drawn from throughout film and video games. Point is, if you need someone to talk to, unless I'm in a bad mood, or its a bad time(aka I'm about to go to bed, or in class), I'm always up for at least a quick chat. I do take commissions, so if you want a fanfiction written, give me a holler, or if you just want a custom story about a character of mine, or just ask for them to give their input on something in a non-serious setting. Still debating what to set prices for, or if I work totally free...I mean I should charge something, but anyways, wew, talk about a ramble, eh?

Anyways, that's about it. I'll probably rewrite this as needed.
Restating ways to reach me as needed!
Discord: Serene Selphia#1064
MeWe: Serene Selphia
G+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/b/111951242394737706703/+SereneSelphia

Doc Rock, signing off, stay gold.

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Yeah, it was over in Prime Earth, aye? If so, as memory is a bit hazy, I've got a better idea for where the space gal came from. Anyways, lemme go get in the Discord, been busy so I forgot to check in till now.
Color me interested, just to ask though, are human/earth based characters the only limit to the game? Or can extraterrestial type entities be applied? Just curious about the wider strokes and what not.
Dragonic Mercenary

Mountain City, Near the Museum

"Even on a backwater, they display treasure out in the open, rather than deep in a vault, at least some of them. Not a challenge, doesn't look like the security can take me." Atop a rooftop, staring out from her perch, one eye was closed, the other focused on her target, Serena's lips twisted up into a smirk, as each window was studied, patterns observed. Beside her, a stack of neatly folded paper boxes betrayed the theft of some poor fellow's dinner from a Chinese place. The other eye opened, and the pupil sharpened, the night changing to show heat rising from places. Tracking bodies moving inside the building. A brochure was held in one hand, which had been taken from inside the building, during an initial scope, before leaving again. A risk, but she'd worry about it later. The other hand lifted a piece of chicken, and the item was consumed. This world had interesting...cuisine, but that "burger king" place she'd seen looked more interesting compared to what was currently eating. Looking down to the brochure, it was opened again, to examine the map within, noting exits and entrances, before tapping one part.

"If they have anything hidden, it'll be in the basement, or another area away from here. That...video games exhibit...looks interesting?" The word exhibit was foreign, but pronounced simply. The concept of showing off treasure was bizarre to the dragon, but at the same time, perhaps these...humans had other ideas regarding their shared history. But the concept of video games she was aware of, and she was now even more intrigued by how much had changed in the past century or so. To the point they had video games and other tech toys? It was like a bonazano of treasure, especially given Earth didn't seem to have any sort of serious space travel yet. It would be almost...too easy. "...It's too easy. They have some security, enough to handle themselves I assume...but surely there's beings with power running around to come to aid? ...Nah, I'm overthinking it. Tomorrow, I'll strike, I hate waiting."

Twisting her gaze away again, the map was closed up and stashed, the dragon lowering one taloned hand to grip the side of the building top, scanning for anything out of place. She was atop an apartment building, an old style one, complete with some sort of "shed" atop it, that perhaps was once for flying creatures? It was her current lair, as she preferred the open air to trying to find a place to stay. Pulling away from the lip of the building, she returned to the shed, and moved inside, closing the door, adjusting her sleeping position, confirming that a sensor net, set up to alert her if anyone came to the rooftop, was working, before curling up. She needed a proper lair if she was going to be here for longer than a week or two. She'd seen a warehouse on the way that smelled of food, she'd steal more food if needed. Maybe sneak into a building with no security, and take their food that wouldn't cause issues. She needed to eat, but she knew what it was like to live without any sign of when you'd get the resources to ply into food next. Probably some upscale places. For now, the chinese had done its work.

As for the poor man who had his food stolen while he'd been in the bathroom, he'd probably end up not reporting it, for fear of being labeled crazy. After all, who would believe a guy that his food had just gone missing randomly without anyone else having access? People be crazy. The dragon had nested, and her next target was set. And unless someone had some sort of special awareness...no one knew she was coming.
The flu sucks, but best wishes gamemaster, looking forward to when you have time
Because I'm not sure if I'd get shot by a wandering forum mod for using a dhampir picture, and because I couldn't find any ones with more clothes on, just assume its the standard MGE one. I can make changes as needed, since I slapped this together in about an hour.

If anyone does want to become the "rival" to my gal after she possibly robs the museum, I won't say no.

Still considering if I want to really go ahead for that, and if so, how I'm going to plan out the actual robbery. Since gotta be a smart thieving dragon.

@Omega Man
As this is a matter you can provide input on, anything notable about the museum of technology? Assuming you've had time or felt the need to flesh it out of course. I don't mean to put you on the spot, just wondering if it has anything notable in terms of security and the like. Unless you want me to just have fun?
Finally found the time and energy to write something. Hope its good, I'll probably be on my own for a wee bit unless someone wants to cross the alien techno's path right away.

And yes, I am considering robbing a museum, maybe several. Shiny toys.
Galactic Patrol Transmission

Attention all Patrol Agents! The Butcher of Velbar, the Draconian Mercenary, Serena Drakos, has escaped from Detention Facility A450-98, last seen escaping aboard her starcraft, the Silver Dragoon. Be on the lookout for any vessel invisible on sensors, but visible through other means, as it is believed the vessel has been upgraded with a highly advanced cloak drive, capable of rendering most means of tracking impossible. Her last known sighting was near the-


Sol System, Sol-A1, A1-64
Asteroid Belt; Ceres

Ventilation systems hissed as air circulated throughout hallways, rotating around and around through shafts and ducts, being freshened and oxygen being reclaimed. Waste systems broke down sewage, turning into usuable material, and other quality of life things happened as they did. Sections of floors, walls, and ceilings had corroded, or been cut up, with their coverings turned into part of the outer hull, or wherever patches were needed. Moored as close to the asteroid Ceres as one could get, mining drones had been dispatched to attempt to obtain usuable elements to help repair the alien space craft sitting there. It had seen better days, once a proud command vessel of some long forgotten space navy, now the dreadnought was patched and worn, scorched sections of its hull a reminder of the numerous battles it had been through.

Alone in what had once been the ship's bar, the owner sat alone, eating a meal that like the ship, had seen better days, as the machine that made the food was starting to give out, and in this section of space, repair parts weren't easy to find. Gazing out the observation window, towards a red dot and smaller blue one, the captain sighed softly, shifting the contents of her meal, before groaning, turning towards a speaker in the ceiling.

"Þú kallar þetta vitleysa mat? Hvað átti þetta að vera, steik?" A few curses in her tongue followed, before a response came back.

You have only yourself to blame for the food quality. The system requires a restock, which you skipped at our last port of call, in favor of what you called, and I quote "an easy job, then we'll dine on the finest food in the galaxy! A robotic monotone response, which produced only more curses. A few moments more passed, and the captain looked back out, towards the blue orb.

"...Fine. As much as I hate using Common, I'll play ball." Staring longer, she sighed. "Maybe that backwater planet will have repair parts. Maybe a hundred years made a big difference, given where they were at last time I was here. Get my shuttle prepped, set its navi computer for the best place to look."

Already done, I have located a city on the eastern shore of the landmass you visited before, anaylsis of radio signals and local chatter indicate this to be the most likely to contain the necessary food and parts. This planet is losing its backwater status, but you may find a "tech museum" to be of interest. Seconds passed, as the captain sat there, thinking, before a roar of almost demonic laughter left her throat.

"Sounds like the perfect place for a heist! They're just begging to feed me! I'll eat one of their cattle, see if it tastes better than this slop!" Jumping to her feet, the pirate all but ran out of the bar, dancing around an exposed hole right outside the door, before rushing down towards the hanger. Adventure called her name.

Sol 3
Mountain City; Mountain Avenue, Night

"Wowie, what a damn sight, this trashheap might actually be worth sticking around for." Gazing out from an alleyway, a soft whistle left the dragon as she surveyed the crowds, dressed in a trenchcoat and a sort of fedora pulled low, clothes obtained from her last time kicking around the dirt ball. Dodge City didn't compare to this place. One could argue the whole "noir film" style of dress made the on the run mercenary stand out, but in a city that apparently had its own share of freaks, no one would pay her any mind. Besides, walking about openly would probably piss some of those annoying monothiests she'd run into in the Bible Belt a century before. If any hung around this place and were that level of xenophobic. Couple in the fact that the Galactic Patrol had supposedly begun to keep an eye on the planet out of fear for what sorts of antics humans could cause on a galactic scale, and not flaunting her status as the resident wanted mass-murderer would serve her well.

Inwardly, she'd begun to consider the possibility this planet could work as a home for her own kind, given how easy it would be to hide their identities as dragons from outer space. But, until she was sure it was safe, she wasn't about to risk trying to send a signal to any of the various clans that Earth was open to stellar refugees. Assuming her own clan wasn't still after her for that whole...Orion incident. She grumbled, before stepping out onto the street. She needed a drink, food, and a place to sleep that wasn't her shuttle's cramped cot. She'd scope the museum out later, see if it was really worth sneaking in and taking stuff. Moving through the crowds, she scanned them, looking for possible marks, people who could provide her with the means needed to...get a claw hold. But to the common person, she was just another soul in the night, wandering the main street.
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